The Shadow Stalker Around Her

Chapter 8

Skyla

(Past)

I saw in my dream that someone came in front of me and looking at me with an intense gaze. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he looked familiar. He was very tall and bulky. He raised his hand and caressing my face with his knuckle, like a feathery touch. I wasn't scared of him. Instead, I was enjoying his touch. I didn't feel any disgust, rather I leaned my face toward his palm and savoring the warmth from him. He felt like my home. His touch calms my raging heart down. My fear and uneasiness are gone in just a single touch of him. Who is he? Why did he take so long to come to my rescue? Could he take me away from my stalker and keep me, and my granny safe with him? I wanted to beg in front of him and tell him to take us away from here. I can't take this anymore. I can't sleep, I can't talk and most importantly a serial killer is out there who is following me wherever I go and is threatening me to kill someone who tries to talk to me. I am thankful for my stalker to save me from my foster father who tried to ruin my innocence. But that doesn't mean he has to kill everyone who tries to approach me.

I felt that person ran his thumb under my lower lips. I shivered in his touch. It gave me butterflies in my stomach and made me feel content within. I think I am gone insane. I didn't see his face yet, but his touches are enough for me to know that I will stay safe in his arms. From when did I start to become fearless? I should have shoved his hands away from me and get the hell out of that room. But I chose to stay and let him do me in his ways. Why am I feeling this way? Maybe my exhaustion needed a release and that's why my body gave in to his touch. His face coming closer to me and his hot breath fanned over my face. It felt familiar as if I encountered his before and he came this closer to me. Maybe my brain and heart both are messing with me. So I blocked my mind and decided to listen to my heart. He brings his lips closer and brushes against mine. I started to feel things that I never felt before. My heart began to beat faster, and my cheeks heated up. I felt a weird sensation between my legs, which made me press my thighs tighter. Am I dreaming, or this thing happening to me in real? I asked myself. I told myself I was dreaming for sure. Instead of getting a nightmare, I am seeing my savior who came to my rescue.

Then I felt his lips collided with mine. He was kissing me in my dream. It was slow and soft at first. He locked my upper lips in between his lips and slowly sucking and licking the moisture of my upper lips. Then he did the same with my lower lips. I wanted to hold his arms, but it felt like my hands were heady that I couldn't lift them, so I gave in. He held my face with his palms and deepening the kiss. He bit my lower lips softly. That made me open my mouth. He entered his tongue inside my mouth and put that over my tongue. His lips set my whole heart on fire. My body heated up. I felt alive. He made me feel alive. 

He ran his tongue inside my mouth. I felt him leaving palms from my face. He began running his palm over my shoulder to my forearms. He put palms over my palm and intertwined our fingers. He broke the kiss and left us both breathless. He put his forehead over mine. A few moments later, he left pulled his face away from me. Kissing my forehead, he said, "I will always keep you safe, my pearl." He took out an intertwined hand near his mouth and kissed my palm. He whispered, "Sleep, my love. I will be back soon." No! no-no-no. Don't go. Please don't leave me. I wanted to stop him. But I couldn't open my mouth to say anything to him. Tears forming in my eyes, I tried to shake my head indicating him to stop. I couldn't even shake my head.  What was wrong with me? He was leaving me again. 

Why am I feeling this heavy? I thought. I saw him leaving that room. Don't leave me. Please stay. I finally screamed out but by then he left. He didn't even give me a chance to see his face. Never in my life, I ever felt that helpless in my life. I screamed in a sadness-laced voice after him, at that moment my eyes shot open. I found myself in Carl's music room. I was crying and looking here and there. I couldn't find my dream man there. My shoulders sunk in defeat. I felt a ripping pain in my heart. 

He left me. Or maybe that person was just my imagination. There has no one in this world who can save me. I am the unlucky one, aren't I? Maybe that's the reason my parents abandoned me at an orphanage, and my foster parents tortured me and assaulted me. I used to do everything for my foster mother, but I failed to get her heart. No, stop thinking about your past. You have a kind and sweet granny, remember, Skyla Davis? She is your family, and she cares about you. So, stop crying over the people who never cared about you. You don't need anyone. You have you and your granny. I told myself and wiped my tears. 

I decided to leave that music room seeing Carl didn't come today for the violin lesson. Maybe he had tests in his class. That's why he gave me a day off. He didn't realize before that he would be late, or he might have told me yesterday before leaving this music room. I thought of myself. As I about to get up from that armchair, the door banged open. That made me startled and I fell from the armchair with a thud. My eyes widened in terror seeing the person standing in front of me. I immediately stood up and moved away in utmost fear to see him again, staring at with dead eyes.